spilled milk.

We all make mistakes. Right? Tell me you've made a mistake. Whether it be something small- I've cheated on a math test (or two)- or not so small.

I made a mistake.

Well, that's unfortunate. What more can I say? I'm sorry? No. It's not always that simple. Did I just spill milk? Can I just clean it right up? Or will it take a little more than that?

I can't decide if this is a mistake or a mistake.
Things wind up, things wind down. I'm nervous, I relax. The general state of happiness causes the little things to get a lot bigger. So then maybe it is a little thing. Maybe I'm overreacting. I do tend to do that.

Isn't it silly to worry? We are intrepid; we carry on.

Maybe I didn't even spill milk...